Chase Ankers stood patiently outside the ticket counter at the Sacramento Community Center Theater, blushed with the semblance of life to mask his predatory nature. Tonight's showing was to be a performance by the Sacramento Philharmonic Orchestra known for their moving string musicians. It was a tranquil location where dignified society came to dine on acoustics and serenity. Though right now Chase was feeling a bit nervous. He was awaiting the newly appointed Priscus, Ciara Maskelyne , and he had only had two conversations with her prior to tonight. Three if you counted the Meeting of Lords. He still didn't know much about her, though strangely she seemed everything he expected, refined, commanding, with a understanding gentleness in her tone and gestures. It was haunting really, unearthly even. It was what he himself aspired to be. Chase knew himself well enough to know he was young and weak by comparison and at the end of the night he was still a neonate, a pawn in the world of monsters. But perhaps he could serve the elite with his simple charms and promises.
There was still plenty of time before the performance. Chase didn't even glance at his watch but stood still, admiring the clear evening skies. He breathed purposefully, expelling clouds of hot breath to act the part of mortals.